Chapter 574 The Soaring Dragon Prince

Ye Feng used the Nine Heavens of Star Control, and his flying speed was several times faster than the second level of Exploding Xun Ying Xian Zong. He could fly over two hundred meters per second, and the speed was nearly six to seven hundred kilometers per hour, which was fast. It can catch up with the speed of ordinary airliners on the earth.

Of course, with this speed, Ye Feng can only last for five minutes now, it is still impossible to chase the plane...

In less than a minute, Ye Feng and Ai Shiyuan landed outside the Saar tribe, and now even the soul cultivators led by Yang Shuning couldn't catch up with Ye Feng. With the current cultivation level of the members of the Soul Cultivation Corps, their flying speed is only half of Ye Feng's.

Of course, when their cultivation level improves, it will be easier to chase the plane than Ye Feng, because they have no body, and flying doesn't need much soul power.

The two landed at the gate of the tribe, and saw someone breaking into the tribe from a distance.

"Because it's your order, so I give priority to sending people to deal with the corpse of the fire dragon..."

Ai Shiyuan followed behind Ye Feng and quickly explained.

"Um."

Ye Feng nodded, knowing that Ai Shiyuan had put his request first after seeing that golden giant leg, and even temporarily ignored the tribe.

Ye Feng scanned the tribe with his spiritual sense, and he knew that all the tribe's residents had hid in the wooden houses, one by one locked the doors, and some people hid in a large basement of the tribe, protected by many strong tribe warriors with.

As for those who broke into the Thrall tribe, there were actually several cultivators, each with 30 to 50 years of cultivation, which made Ye Feng frown slightly.

The strength of the Gabon tribe is comparable to that of the Saar tribe, and it is certainly impossible to send so many practitioners. Then these cultivators were definitely taken advantage of by other tribes.

"Prince, it seems that the golden legs that just appeared have frightened them so much that they dare not come out."

Next to those cultivators, there was a tribal youth who had only been cultivating for ten years, and he said flatteringly.

This person turned out to be one of the three disciples of Ai Shiyuan's priests!

And the objects of his flattery were three cultivators wearing relatively luxurious furs, all of whom had been cultivated for 30 to 50 years, enough to sweep the Thrall tribe. Of course, if they only knew how to curse, they would be nothing but scum to the current Ye Feng. With his sword, Ye Feng easily killed the three of them.

There was a man in the room, wearing a thick tiger skin, with beast fangs on his hands, looking extremely noble and arrogant, he was the young man called "Prince".

"It doesn't matter. Although the ancient god's remnant is shocking, it is not something we can consider."

The young man called the prince said lightly: "The more important thing for us is to develop ourselves and strengthen the power of the tribe. Therefore, the information you provided is very useful. The beauty of the ice cube will belong to our Longteng tribe from now on."

"Prince, it's just a pity."

The flattering young man had a regretful expression on his face: "The chief priest of our tribe is actually a beautiful woman, but few people know about it. I still heard her father say it by chance when he was drunk before he died..."

"Stop mentioning it again."

The prince waved his hand proudly: "Your high priests have been killed by the remnants of the ancient gods. We, the Longteng tribe, don't need a dead person. No matter how talented and beautiful she is, she is just a dead person after all."

These words were conveyed to Ye Feng through Ai Shiyuan's divine sense.

Ye Feng felt funny when he heard it, these guys seemed to think that just now when the giant golden leg stepped down, Ai Shiyuan was also trampled to death.

"It's horrible."

Ai Shiyuan stared at the flattering young man in the tribal square, and said with hatred in her tone, "I never thought Mark would betray the tribe and collude with the prince of the Longteng tribe!"

Immediately afterwards, she introduced the situation of the Longteng Tribe. This is a large tribe with more than 1,500 people. There are as many as five or six priests who have been cultivated for fifty years. Their strength is far beyond that of the Thrall Tribe. compared to.

Ye Feng received Ai Shiyuan's spiritual thoughts and understood the situation clearly. Although these are the normal conditions and rules of survival in the ancient jungle, since he is on Ai Shiyuan's side, he naturally wants to help her teach her a lesson.

What's more, the other party actually set their minds on Su Feiying, how could Ye Feng let them go?

"Mark must have gone out to meet Prince Longteng just now, but he didn't know that I was back."

Ai Shiyuan gently held Ye Feng's arm: "Brother Ye, you have to be careful, the Dragon Tribe is very strong..."

"Do not worry."

Ye Feng nodded, and walked into the tribe.

The ordinary soldiers brought by Prince Longteng were all recruited from the Gabon tribe. At this time, they were searching for something in the Saar tribe. The goal is self-evident. It must be Su Feiying's Bingxing tomb. Unfortunately, Ai Shiyuan just came back When it was time, someone carried it to the basement together. After a while, the other party really couldn't find it.

Ye Feng and Ai Shiyuan stepped in, and were immediately spotted by Gabon tribe warriors, but because Ai Shiyuan did not maintain the invisibility curse, no one recognized her.

These Gabon tribe fighters used to deal with the tribe of Ai Shiyuan, but now the high priest was killed in battle, and they were all taken in by Prince Longteng. If they resisted, they would definitely end up dead. Without the protection of the high priest, a tribe would perish.

"who is it!"

A group of people shouted one after another, alarming Prince Longteng and the flattering young Mark in the middle of the field.

"Yoxi."

Prince Longteng turned around, revealing a face full of stubble. When he saw Ai Shiyuan's appearance and figure, his eyes lit up immediately, as if he saw a top-quality prey.

"What are you doing?"

Mark immediately asked in a stern voice, he didn't recognize Ai Shiyuan, but he recognized Ye Feng. I don't know where Ye Feng brought such a stunning beauty.

"Dog, I am your master."

Ai Shiyuan replied coldly, which immediately surprised Mark on his flattering face.

His master?

Isn't his master the great priest? Could it be that she...

Mark's face changed, the high priest is not dead?

"That's fine, haha."

Mark turned to smile: "Prince Longteng is here, master, why don't you hurry up to meet? Fortunately, the prince has taken a fancy to you, and from now on you can become the prince's woman, enjoy it to the fullest!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to the bearded Prince Longteng, "Prince, I didn't expect that the high priest is still alive. It's really great."

"Uh-huh."

Prince Longteng looked at Ai Shiyuan from a distance, and the more he watched, the more satisfied he became, and he even made a "tsk tsk" sound, looking at that face, that chest, that butt, that waist, tsk tsk...

"And the kid next to her is the man who made our Saar tribe have ten more sacrificial physiques at once!"

Mark's expression became serious, and he pointed at Ye Feng.

Prince Longteng's face also turned serious. Compared with the two beautiful women, Ye Feng obviously made him pay more attention to it. It can turn an ordinary soldier into a sacrificial physique. What a heaven-defying ability is this?

"Very good, you have made great contributions, and there will definitely be a place for you in the Longteng tribe in the future!"

Prince Longteng greatly appreciated it.

But that's the end of their laughter.

Because, Ye Feng made a move!